The red maple leaves are the most numerous. It was a dark red, a nice color. I have collected beautiful sentences about red leaves, welcome to read.

1 The gentle color of maple flashes with eye-catching joy, reflecting the dazzling sunlight. It touches every piece of bark with a warm kiss, calling all life and the gilded fields in the distance. The red orchards all over the mountain illuminate the golden autumn.

2 The maple leaves in autumn are like burning fireballs, shining in the sun, so beautiful!

3 The moment before the red maple leaves are about to fall to the ground, its life is almost there is none left. However, passionate people still clip it into the pages of books, make it into specimens, or make cards, and some take it home and put it in the refrigerator, always reluctant to part with it, protecting it and giving it the continuation of life.

4 Another bleak autumn wind blew through my eardrums and floated through my hair. A maple leaf flew in the wind, like a tired butterfly, slowly circling and kissing the tip of my nose. , fell at my feet, and I seemed to hear the heartbroken voice of the maple leaf. It could not escape the devastation of fate in the end, and was still separated from the tree, although it saw the sadness in the tree's eyes.

5 Red leaves are scattered in the evergreen forest, tall and straight, like flying flags; slender and graceful, as tender as tearing flowers; shining like clouds, like an everlasting flame. It's always like this, but I've never noticed that red leaves have a subtle fragrance.

6 I picked out a complete maple leaf from the ground, held it in my hand and observed it carefully: its shape is like a small and exquisite fan, and like the big tail of an anchovy. The thick petiole is like the furry tail of a squirrel, with green hints in the red; the milky white veins stretch out from the petiole, as if comparing who is taller; the bright red leaves and veins are tightly connected together, like a To "good friends" who will never be separated. The maple leaves also exude the fragrance of earth, which is refreshing.

7 The red maple leaves on the tree are all childish and light green leaves. After a long period of wind and rain, they became the red leaves today. This is the splendor before the end of its life. Many times, nature is actually very similar to humans.

8 Early in the morning, I came to the park. I found that the trees in the park were not as green and lush as before, and the leaves fell all over the ground. A gust of autumn wind blew by, and the fallen leaves on the ground danced in the wind, like beautiful butterflies dancing gracefully.

9 Whenever the maple leaves slide down from the branches, they dance like snowflakes. Look at their dancing, romantic dance music, floating freely. The difference from winter is that one is full of fog and snow in winter, while the other is exquisite and golden in late autumn.

10 We should also be like Maple Leaf, no matter what time, we should be full of romance, greet tomorrow with a hopeful heart, and live romantically with an elegant attitude. Even in ruins, create romance and find paradise like maple leaves. Maple Leaf is trying hard to make his withering life full of romance, which will make the next round of romantic life full of hope.

11 I raised my head, and what caught my eye was a fiery red maple forest. The maple leaves are so bright and red. I walked into the maple forest, picked up a maple leaf, and observed it carefully. This maple leaf looks like a beautiful red five-star, and also like an open little palm. The veins of the leaves stretch wildly among the leaves, as if they are the most beautiful here, but they quietly add a touch of beauty to the maple leaves. I looked at the maple leaves again. The color of this maple leaf is so beautiful. It is bright red, so bright and beautiful.

12 After I passed through several trees, a tall fiery red figure came into my eyes. My eyes were immediately attracted. What kind of beauty it was! It was as red as fire, burning, jumping, and dancing. The whole tree was like a huge flame, so bright that it was almost dazzling. When you get closer and take a closer look, you find that each leaf that makes up the huge flame has its own beauty: upright, crooked, straight, curled, high up, hanging upside down on the branches, and so on. Some leaf tips are slightly curved, as if they are lowering their heads and telling something; some entire leaves are rolled up, as if they are huddled there because of the cold autumn; some sides are slightly curved, as if they are praying for something with their hands together, and even more Some entire leaves have spread out, as if they are enjoying the cool breeze blowing.

13 Another gust of wind blew by, picking up a leaf, and the leaf danced with the wind. It is both a small group of burning flames and a fiery red butterfly dancing gracefully. When it flew next to me, the wind gradually disappeared. The maple leaves swayed and fell without the wind.

14 The warm, maple color is like a burning flame, condensing passion and rising self-confidence. Looking forward to pursuing beauty from this romance, longing for it, shining brilliantly in the eyes of wonder.

15 Looking from a distance, the large maple forest looks like a large burning flame, dyeing the sky red. Looking closer, the maple leaves are delicate and exquisite, like shy girls. A breeze blew by, and the maple leaves fell like a goddess scattering flowers. Pick up a piece and take a closer look. The bottom of the fiery red leaf is slightly green, and the root veins extend radially towards the center of the leaf, giving people a feeling of prosperity.

16 On the distant hilltop, I saw a bright red fluttering at a glance.

I was very excited and ran closer, and the red mountains and plains appeared before my eyes. All the vitality of those maple trees burned up, dancing like a fiery red skirt in the mountains, making people feel the passion and romance of Spanish girls. , deeply attracted by the fire-like romance of maple leaves.

17 Walking into the mountains and forests, walking into the colorful nature, walking on the path covered with fallen leaves, I saw one after another flowers on the ground, dark green, light green, turquoise, light yellow and brown. Yellow, fiery red, orange, just looking at these beautiful leaves is enough for us to be intoxicated. The hot summer has passed, and Mother Qiu is busy covering the trees with gold. The autumn wind swept by, and the leaves fell one after another. Some danced like butterflies, some spread their wings like orioles, and some spun lightly like dancers. Looking up from a height, it looks like a vast sea of ??gold. Looking at the ground, it looks like there is a thick golden carpet.

18 Harsh, the color of maple, appreciate the tempering of years, the beating of frost, as strong as iron, experienced the stormy waves of life, calm as a rock, leaping to the bright red height of the tips. The frost-stained temples are deposited with the maturity of life.

19 When the maple leaves are swirling and falling one by one, it is often the most sentimental time. When the wind blows, it will inevitably look a bit sad, just like a sad love story, the falling maple leaves are the most tear-jerking. "The slowly falling maple leaves are like longing, and I light candles to warm the autumn at the end of the year." But as the lyrics sing, no matter how sad the desolate maple leaves are withering, we must learn to warm our hearts with romance. Maple leaves are not like other tall trees that wait helplessly and quietly for death. Instead, they rotate their bodies in the autumn wind, trying to draw the most beautiful arc, and then return to the earth lightly.

20 Red maple leaves are the most common. It was a dark red, a nice color. In Luhu Park near my home, there are only red leaves. The whole park is like a sea of ??red. That's why Canada's flag is a red maple leaf. The yellow maple leaves are the most beautiful, they are golden. Looking from a distance, it looks like the apricot forest in the south of the Yangtze River in March, gorgeous and dazzling. My mother and I took pictures under the maple tree, as if we had entered a golden palace, and even my mother's face became more beautiful. There are very few purple maple leaves, and they are purple-red, the same color as the purple curtain in the theater. Only the green maple leaves are not afraid of autumn frost, and the delicate leaves are still so green.

21 On the streets, in the park, by the creek, in front of and behind the courtyard, there are maple trees one by one, row after row, row upon row. There are red maple leaves, yellow maple leaves, green maple leaves, and purple maple leaves. Under the maple trees, there are gray villas, green grass and beautiful flowers. That scenery cannot even be painted in oil paints.

22 I stepped on the road paved with dead leaves, listening to the fine "rustling" sound when the dead leaves shattered, watching the wind gently blowing through the woods and rolling up the old yellow leaves on the trees. It was fluttering and dancing, feeling indescribably comfortable. Suddenly a strong wind blew, and thousands of yellow leaves left the branches, flying, rolling, and rotating deftly in the wind. The wind passed through the woods and rushed towards the sky non-stop. The thousands of yellow leaves swayed down as if they were drunk, becoming new members of the yellow leaves paving the road.

23 People have a long history of loving red leaves. As early as the Tang Dynasty, Du Mu wrote such a poem: "Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as the February flowers." It is not an exaggeration for the poet to describe the red leaves better than the "February flowers". Although the red flowers in spring are brightly colored, they are not as deep and penetrating as those in autumn. The red leaves in Xiangshan are not only deep and penetrating, but also have an elegant beauty. As soon as autumn comes, the entire hillside is covered with red leaves, which are fiery red. Under the sunlight, it looks like balls of flames burning, or like "flames about to fly across the sky."

24 The autumn wind rustles and the fallen leaves fall. The blue sky is deep and far away. At the foot of the maple tree, red leaves, yellow leaves, purple leaves, and green leaves are all lying lazily in the crisp grass. This is really the most beautiful oil painting.

25 Pure, the color of maple, the exquisite and transparent heart, listening, the leaves sing with the autumn wind, the innocent mind like a spotless mirror, the homesickness of the gentle wanderer singing like a song , telling the sincerity of love.

26 The maple leaves are red, like a layer of rouge. The colder the weather, the redder they become. The red maple leaves look like duck's feet. The breeze blows, how like the little duck swimming in the river. Seeing this, I couldn't help but think of a poem by Du Mu, "Stop to make love in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as the February flowers." Let me be intoxicated in this charming scenery and among these beautiful maple leaves.

27 The maple leaves in autumn are like burning fireballs, shining in the sun, so beautiful!

28 On the top of the mountain in the distance, I saw a bright red field at a glance. Float. I was very excited and ran closer, and the red mountains and plains appeared before my eyes. All the vitality of those maple trees burned up, dancing like a fiery red skirt in the mountains, making people feel the passion and romance of Spanish girls. , deeply attracted by the fire-like romance of maple leaves.

29 Harsh, the color of maple, appreciate the tempering of years, the beating of frost, as strong as iron, experienced the stormy waves of life, calm as a rock, leaping to the bright red height of the tips.

The frost-stained temples are deposited with the maturity of life.

30 When the maple leaves are swirling and falling one by one, it is often the most sentimental time. When the wind blows, it will inevitably look a bit sad. Just like a sad love story, the falling maple leaves are the most tear-jerking. "The slowly falling maple leaves are like longing, and I light candles to warm the autumn at the end of the year." But as the lyrics sing, no matter how sad the desolate maple leaves are withering, we must learn to warm our hearts with romance. Maple leaves are not like other tall trees that wait helplessly and quietly for death. Instead, they rotate their bodies in the autumn wind, trying to draw the most beautiful arc, and then return to the earth lightly.

31 On the streets, in the park, by the creek, in front of and behind the courtyard, there are maple trees one by one, row after row, row upon row. There are red maple leaves, yellow maple leaves, green maple leaves, and purple maple leaves. Under the maple trees, there are gray villas, green grass and beautiful flowers. That scenery cannot even be painted in oil paints.

32 I stepped on the road paved with dead leaves, listening to the fine "rustling" sound when the dead leaves shattered, and watching the slightest breeze blowing up the old yellow leaves on the trees as it passed through the woods. It was fluttering and dancing, feeling indescribably comfortable. Suddenly a strong wind blew, and thousands of yellow leaves left the branches, deftly flying, rolling, and rotating in the wind. The wind passed through the woods and rushed towards the sky non-stop. The thousands of yellow leaves swayed down as if they were drunk, becoming new members of the yellow leaves paving the road.

33 People have a long history of loving red leaves. As early as the Tang Dynasty, Du Mu wrote this poem: "I parked my car and sat in love with the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as the February flowers." It is not an exaggeration for the poet to describe the red leaves better than the "February flowers". Although the red flowers in spring are brightly colored, they are not as deep and penetrating as those in autumn. The red leaves in Xiangshan are not only deep and penetrating, but also have an elegant beauty. As soon as autumn comes, the entire hillside is covered with red leaves, which are fiery red. Under the sunlight, it looks like balls of flames burning, or like "flames flying across the sky."

34 The autumn wind rustles and the fallen leaves fall. The blue sky is deep and far away. At the foot of the maple tree, red leaves, yellow leaves, purple leaves, and green leaves are all lying lazily in the crisp grass. This is really the most beautiful oil painting.

35 Pure, the color of maple, exquisite and transparent heart, listening to the leaves singing in harmony with the autumn wind, the innocent thoughts like a spotless mirror, the homesickness of the gentle wanderer singing like a song, Tells the sincerity of love.

36 The maple leaves are red, like a layer of rouge. The colder the weather, the redder they become. The red maple leaves look like duck's feet. The breeze blows, how like the little duck swimming in the river. Seeing this, I couldn't help but think of a poem by Du Mu, "Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as the February flowers." Let me be intoxicated in this charming scenery and among these beautiful maple leaves.

37 The red leaves of thousands of trees become more and more red in late autumn. In addition, in the blue sky, a few snow-white clouds reflect each other. From a distance, it looks like a huge fire. Medium burning.

38 In the mountains and fields in autumn, there are fiery red maple leaves everywhere. The first glow of the morning glow looks like red clouds falling on the mountainside; the sunset glows like clusters of agates.

39 Looking from a distance, the large maple forest looks like a large burning flame, dyeing the sky red. Looking closer, the maple leaves are delicate and exquisite, like shy girls. A breeze blew by, and the maple leaves fell like a goddess scattering flowers. Pick up a piece and take a closer look. The bottom of the fiery red leaf is slightly green, and the root veins extend radially towards the center of the leaf, giving people a feeling of prosperity.

40 The warm, maple color is like a burning flame, condensing passion and rising self-confidence. Looking forward to pursuing beauty from this romance, yearning for it, shining brilliantly in the eyes of wonder.

41 Another gust of autumn wind blew by, passing through my eardrums and floating through the tips of my hair. A maple leaf flew in the wind, like a tired butterfly, slowly circling and kissing the tip of my nose. , fell at my feet, and I seemed to hear the heartbroken voice of the maple leaf. It could not escape the devastation of fate in the end, and was still separated from the tree, although it saw the sadness in the tree's eyes.

42 Whenever the maple leaves slide down from the branches, they dance like snowflakes. Look at their dancing, romantic dance music, floating freely. The difference from winter is that one is full of fog and snow in winter, while the other is exquisite and golden in late autumn.

43 The moment before the red maple leaf falls to the ground, its life is almost gone. However, passionate people still clip it into the pages of books, make it into specimens, or make cards, and some take it home and put it in the refrigerator, always reluctant to part with it, protecting it and giving it the continuation of life.

44 The gentle color of maple flashes with eye-catching joy, reflecting the dazzling sunlight. It touches every piece of bark with a warm kiss, calling all life and the gilded fields in the distance. The red orchards all over the mountain illuminate the golden autumn.

45 Red leaves are scattered in the evergreen forest, tall and straight, like flying flags; slender and graceful, as tender as tearing flowers; shining like clouds, like an everlasting flame. It's always like this, but I've never noticed that red leaves have a subtle fragrance.

46 I picked out a complete maple leaf from the ground, held it in my hand and observed it carefully: its shape is like a small and exquisite fan, and also like the big tail of an anchovy. The thick petiole is like the furry tail of a squirrel, with green hints in the red; the milky white veins stretch out from the petiole, as if comparing who is taller; the bright red leaves and veins are tightly connected together, like a To "good friends" who will never be separated. The maple leaves also exude the fragrance of earth, which is refreshing.

47 The red maple leaves on the tree are all childish and light green leaves. After a long period of wind and rain, they became the red leaves they are today. This is the splendor before the end of its life. Many times, nature is actually very similar to humans.

48 Early in the morning, I came to the park. I found that the trees in the park were not as green and lush as before, and the leaves fell all over the ground. A gust of autumn wind blew by, and the fallen leaves on the ground danced in the wind, like beautiful butterflies dancing gracefully.

49 We should also be like Maple Leaf, no matter what time, we should be full of romance, greet tomorrow with a hopeful heart, and live romantically with an elegant attitude. Even in ruins, create romance and find paradise like maple leaves. Maple Leaf is trying hard to make his withering life full of romance, which will make the next round of romantic life full of hope.

50 I raised my head, and what caught my eye was a fiery red maple forest. The maple leaves are so bright and red. I walked into the maple forest, picked up a maple leaf, and observed it carefully. This maple leaf looks like a beautiful red five-star, and also like an open little palm. The veins of the leaves stretch wildly among the leaves, as if they are the most beautiful here, but they quietly add a touch of beauty to the maple leaves. I looked at the maple leaves again. The color of this maple leaf is so beautiful. It is bright red, so bright and beautiful.

51 13. Another gust of wind blew by, picking up a leaf, and the leaf danced with the wind. It is both a small group of burning flames and a fiery red butterfly dancing gracefully. When it flew next to me, the wind gradually disappeared. The maple leaves swayed and fell without the wind.